“Well, pardners, that weird rift-thingie done gone and dropped you right where you don’t belong, and that’s no mistake. This here’s not where you is supposed to be, this is a land of injustice and exploitation, where a misplaced word can be answered by the bark of a six-shooter.”

But that isn’t all. This is a world very different from yours, where Europe has been abandoned and the Old Countries have risen again in the New World. The sky is wracked by electrothermal storms, only kept at bay by pylons topped with a special refined ore that in its natural state phases in and out of reality.